Kaitlyn: Oy! Kitty here! Welcome to my wonderful world of random famine! Woot-woot! –pokes chu with lightsaber- MU AH HA HA HA!!!!!
Miranda: Oh boy…she's doing it again. Oh…what the hot japanese boys. –also starts poking-
Ikuto: Ugh…-walks away in utter annoyance-
Yoru: This intro idea was stolen from mirandamaddness ~nya! Flying Pirates does not own Shugo Chara ~nya!
I walked down the sidewalk, my knee high tan boots tapping the pavement. My ruby hair fell gracefully to my knees, lightly brushing my uniform. I wore a turquoise beaded bracelet, and a pink jeweled heart necklace. I had a pink ribbon in my hair, and I decided, on my first day, I might as well look nice, so I wore my expensive blush and eye-liner. I guess make-up was a little much for my age, but, I liked looking cute. Even being cutesy and girly, I had a deeper side to me, that no-one but me knew. It was kind of depressing to know that no-one really knew how I felt, but I guess I'll have to deal.
Kids about my age and younger were running, crying, hugging, and laughing (it was the first day of school after all). I walked quickly and as invisibly as possible, navigating through crowds of people, trying not to be noticed and then labeled as the "new kid". A small boy with brown hair and glasses bumped into me, knocking down both of our piles of books. We both lunged to the cold pavement, and started picking up our scattered papers.
"Uh, sorry…OH MY GOSH! YOU'RE THAT NEW GIRL! NAKAMURA SUKI!" Oh, jeez.
"Uh, yeah. That's me." I started fumbling with my piles of unorganized papers of notes from last years classes, maps of the school, and other pretty much useless stuff that I couldn't let go.
"HI! I'm Suzuki Seichiro! Have you met Amu-chan yet? She's amazing! She is so cool and spicy and…" I tuned him out; a nice little talent I learned on my 12 hour ride to this miserable little place.
"Hey did you draw this?" Seichiro was holding up a drawing I did of the lake by my old house. He actually looked interested in my drawing, unlike my parents who always said the same thing; "Uh-huh, yep. Its great honey, but I really need to get my work done."
"Uh…yeah. I drew it last summer. I know it's not that great and all..."
"Are you kidding me?" Seichiro cut me off. "It's amazing! How did you get the colors to blend so well? Could you teach me?" He was right up in my face now, so eager to learn my techniques.
"Uh, thanks! I guess…um…I just used oil pastels, and smudged them together with my thumb. I do it with all my drawings. See?" I showed him my color-stained thumb.
"That's awesome! I never would have thought of that! Oil-pastels, huh? Where do you get them?" Ugh. This kid was really persistent.
"I don't really know, because I just moved here, but you can use mine. Here." I handed him my art set.
"Really?! AWSOME! THANKS SO MUCH!" Seichiro ran off into the distance leaving me with a huge puddle of scattered papers.
After about five minutes, I had all of my things in order, and was walking toward class. I was late, and I knew it.
END OF CHAPTER
Kaitlyn: It's really short, sorry. I got kicked off the computer for a while, so hang in there! Thanks so much for reading!
Miranda: Ugh! Kitty! Type more!
Kaitlyn: NEVER!!!! –whips out lightsaber and pokes mira in chest-
Miranda: TIS WAR!!!!! –attacks kitty-